He got his line on 'em, too.
Some highly respectable editors
were quite willing to sell out body
and soul and newspaper to the
liquor interests confidentially,
'"These were the fellows I was
after," says Johnson. "X got
them. It isn't the first time I've
set trapsi for crooks."
Oh, my no! A few years ago J
jrussyioot pussyiootea aown in
.Texas and caught just 168 Texas
editors who were willing to be
tray their readers for a price.
v "'In the liquor camps of the
South and West, JFussyfoot is
about as popular as a rattlesnake.
He used to be special officer, of the
One time, he made the northern
Tialf of Minnesota dry, and stood
off 45 deputy sheriffs with his
gun while his men poured good
liquor into the street.
Last year, one of his Indian
deouties had the misfortune to
kill another Indian in separating
him from a bottle of firewater.
The way Johnson backed up
""his deputy got on Secretary
Fisher's nerves. Fisher said so.
Johnson resigned, amid a cloud of
glory and choice language such
"That bedlam of incompetency
officially known as the depart
ment of the interior."
Now he lives at Laurel, Md.,
and spends his time, saying what
he thinks of the Indian Affairs
bureau of the government, hating;
liquor and setting traps for care
"My dear girlr" exclaimed an
elderly lady, "do you know that
the man you are intending to
marry drinks and gambles?" y
"Yes, I, know. I am going to
marry him to reform him."
"Try one experiment before
you do that." -
"Take in a- week's washing to
do and see how you like it."
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